11. Chapter 9

Chapter 9

Adrian's master bedroom is a fucking sanctuary of indulgence. Heavy velvet drapes—like in every other room of this place—block out any shred of natural light, casting the room in a hazy, intimate glow that makes it feel like we're cut off from the rest of the world.

The bed is the centerpiece—a monstrous, four-poster affair draped in dark silk sheets that look as if they're stained with sin and topped with an intricately carved canopy that looms overhead like a fucking crown.

Musk and amber incense hang heavy in the air, seeping into my pores. It's intoxicating, cloying, and it makes my head spin.

Or maybe that's just the residual adrenaline from agreeing to this fucked-up weekend, from stepping into this room, knowing full well the moment the door clicked shut I wasn't walking out of here the same way I came in.

Adrian's fingers trace the line of my jaw, tilting my chin up so I'm forced to meet his gaze. His eyes are dark, intense, and there's a hunger in them that sends a shiver down my spine. He leans in, his lips brushing against my neck, his breath hot against my skin. "You're already so hard for me, Jasper."

"What do you expect? We were practically fucking each other a moment ago in the kitchen."

He palms my erection and I push into his touch, craving more.

Or at least my cock does.

"You enjoy being with me?"

I thrust into his palm again. "Can't deny how hard you make me come."

He chuckles and begins to undress me until I'm left standing in nothing but my boxers. He looks down, grazing a thumb over the head of my cock, right over the wet spot. "You're perfect, Jasper. Absolutely perfect."

More precum coats the fabric and I grit my teeth, trying to hold on to some semblance of control. But fuck, it's slipping. Every touch, every whispered word, it's all designed to unravel me.

And it's working.

"Your body knows what it wants. Allow your mind to catch up." He captures my lips in a slow, deep kiss. His tongue slides against mine, claiming, and I can't help but melt into him, my body pressing against his. His hands move to my hips, gripping them tightly, as his length presses hard and insistent against me.

He pins my wrists behind my back with one hand while his other hand trails down my chest, fingers circling my nipples, teasing them into hard peaks. I gasp into his mouth, my body arching against his touch. He releases my wrists, stepping back just enough to slide my boxers down my legs.

My cock springs free, hard and aching. He licks his lips, a slow, deliberate motion that sends a jolt of lust straight to my groin. "On the bed."

I obey, crawling onto the dark silk sheets, the cool fabric a stark contrast to the heat of my skin. I lie back, my body on display, vulnerable and exposed.

Adrian moves to the bedside table, opening a drawer, then pulling out a small black box.

I quirk a brow, lazily stroking my cock. "What's that?"

"A toy we are going to play with." He opens it, revealing a sleek silver butt plug, its surface gleaming in the dim light.

My grip tightens on my length, precum pooling on my slit, as he climbs onto the mattress and settles between my legs. I spread my legs wider, watching the way his pupils dilate.

Adrian clears his throat as he coats his fingers with lube, then presses them to my entrance. "Time to loosen your tight hole."

I gasp as he slides one, then two fingers inside, stretching me, preparing me. It isn't gentle, but it isn't harsh either. It's just fucking claiming. Like he knows exactly what he's doing and what I need.

I can't help but moan, my hips bucking against his touch. "Adrian . . ."

"Just relax, Jasper. Let me take care of you." He withdraws his fingers, then coats the plug liberally with lube. He pushes it in slowly, allowing me to feel every inch.

I groan, my body tensing and relaxing as it adjusts to the intrusion. "Oh god."

"Just breathe. It's almost all the way in."

When the plug is fully seated, he turns it on.

My back arches off the bed. "Oh fuck. Fuck."

The vibrations are low, just a gentle hum, but it's enough to send waves of pleasure coursing through me. My cock twitches, leaking precum, and he chuckles, low and seductive.

"Why . . . why are you still dressed?"

"Because this is about you, Jasper. About your pleasure. Your surrender." He gets off the bed, his eyes never leaving mine as he gestures to the corner of the room. "Come. Let me show you what I have in store for you."

I groan, squirming as I sit up, the plug pushing against my prostate, causing my eyes to flutter. After taking a deep breath, I follow, my hard cock bobbing with each step.

In the corner is sleek, airtight latex stretched over a PVC frame low to the floor, like some kind of modern, clinical nightmare. "What the fuck is that?"

Adrian smirks. "This is where you're going to experience a new level of surrender. A new level of pleasure."

He helps me lie down inside the latex envelope, then guides my erection through an opening before placing the top sheet over my body. My pulse skyrockets as he lines my mouth up with the air hole, placing the rest of the solid black sheet over my face.

"Comfortable?"

I glare at him through the cutout for my eyes, but it's half-hearted. I'm already too far gone—already too fucking invested—in this sick game we're playing.

"Let's begin, shall we?"

"How do I let you know if it's too much?"

His eyes lock with mine. "You can talk. Or stick your tongue out. That will be the signal to stop."

"Ok."

After he zips me in, the vacuum starts with a low hum, the sound almost soothing. But as the air is sucked out, the latex presses against every contour of my body.

It's tight, almost uncomfortably so, but there's a sense of safety in it too. Like I'm being held, supported. Like I'm fucking encapsulated.

My body is immobile, and I can only look up, my eyes reflecting back at me from . . . "Your fucking ceiling is mirrored."

"Yes."

He checks the seals, ensuring I'm secure, his movements gentle but taunting, emphasizing how reliant I am on him now. He runs his hands over the latex, tracing the lines of my body, and I feel every touch, every caress, amplified by the pressure. "You look beautiful like this, Jasper. Helpless. Vulnerable. Mine."

After taking his phone out of his pocket, he taps the screen. The vibrations from the butt plug increase, stimulating my prostate more.

"Fuck, fuck. Adrian!"

He chuckles as he trails his fingers over my chest, my stomach, my thighs. Every touch is magnified, every sensation intensified. His fingers move to my nipples, teasing them, pinching them, sending waves of pleasure and pain coursing through me.

I'm panting, moaning, every vulgar sound coming out of me depraved.

The vacuum turns on again, sucking even more of the air out just as the vibrations from the plug intensify.

"You're so hard already, so desperate." He grabs my aching length, stroking it. "You're not in control here. You never were. You think you're this dominant force, this unyielding power. But you're not. You're just a man, desperate for someone to see through your bullshit. Desperate for someone to take control."

I want to deny it, want to fight it, but fuck, I can't. Not when he's stroking me like this. "More, more. Fuck, I'm close. So fucking close."

"Beg me."

"Adrian, please. My dick aches. Make it come. Make me come. Please. Please. I need it. I need it."

His hand moves faster, rougher against my hard length. "Come now."

And I do. My cock pulses in his hand.

But he doesn't stop. He keeps stroking me, keeps pushing me. "You're not done. You're going to come until you can't take anymore. Until you're nothing but a trembling, begging mess. Because I say so. Because I own you."

An intense, overwhelming pressure builds again, along with the need to fucking explode. And then a second orgasm hits moments later, even more intense than the first. My vision blurs, and I'm fucking screaming as he strokes every last drop of cum from my cock.

"It's too much. I can't . . ." My eyes close as the pleasure becomes unbearable, bordering on pain.

"You can, and you will."

Suddenly, I feel something else. Hands. Lots of them. Touching me, caressing me. At first, it's gentle, almost soothing. But then it changes. It starts to burn, in a cold way. Like ice tendrils, snaking over my skin, digging into my flesh.

"What the fuck is happening? What are you doing?" I can't move my neck to see what he's using, but when I look in the mirrors there's nothing there.

Maybe it's something embedded in the latex.

He releases me, and I sigh, thankful for the reprieve. But a second later he's standing over me, naked, his cock hard and ready. He climbs onto the bed in a reverse position, his knees on either side of my head. He leans over, his cock hard and throbbing as he presses the tip against my lips. "Suck me, Jasper. Show me how grateful you are."

I open my mouth, taking him in. His cock is hot and hard, and fuck, I want it. I want him. I start to suck, my tongue swirling around his shaft, my lips tightening around him. He tastes salty and sweet.

Adrian groans, his hips thrusting, fucking my mouth. "That's it, Jasper. Just like that. You're such a little slut, aren't you?"

I gag and choke, tears streaming from my eyes as he pushes deeper, his cock hitting the back of my throat with every movement.

"Take it all. Take every inch of me."

He leans over farther and his mouth captures my cock, sucking and licking and drawing out a low, desperate moan from deep within my chest. He continues to fuck my throat, his movements becoming more urgent, more desperate as he chases his own release.

It's all too much. Too intense. Too fucking good.

I blink, trying to focus, trying to stay in the moment because I'm starting to get floaty. I glance up at the ceiling and a movement in the mirrors catches my attention.

A shadowy reflection that isn't mine. Isn't Adrian's.

It's looking at me through hollow eyes filled with a hunger that mirrors my own.

I try to suck in a breath but end up choking on my saliva. Adrian doesn't stop either. He keeps sucking me, keeps fucking my mouth, keeps pushing me closer and closer to the edge. And as I choke, gag, and moan around him, my eyes are locked with the black ones in the mirrors.

Fear intertwines with my arousal, pushing me beyond my limits. I'm fucking screaming—screaming as Adrian sucks me, screaming as the apparition watches, screaming as the sensations overwhelm me. But it's all muffled by the dick shoved down my throat.

I come again, shooting into Adrian's mouth. And he comes too, his hot cum filling my mouth, his body shuddering above me.

He carefully gets up, still erect, and releases the suction, the latex loosening.

I scramble to get up, glaring at him. "What the fuck was that!"

Adrian looks at me, brow furrowed, as he helps me stand. "Breathe, Jasper. You're okay."

"What. The. Fuck. Was. That." I shove him, but his body doesn't move.

He strokes my cheek. "Come, let's go lie down. This was a lot."

I shake my head, slapping his hand away. "I saw something. In the mirrors."

He tilts his head. "Jasper, you should lie down. I might have denied you oxygen accidentally."

"What?"

"While fucking your mouth. Like a form of breath play I wasn't paying attention to."

I step away from him. "Are you fucking serious? Breath play. Adrian, something was in the mirrors. It had eyes."

He looks up at the ceiling, then back to me. "There's nothing there, Jasper. Look for yourself."

My nostrils flare at his dismissive tone, then I tilt my head back. Nothing's in the mirrors outside of our reflections.

Why does he have to be right? Why am I complaining he's right?

He takes my hand and attempts to lead me toward his bed. "Jasper, it's possible you hallucinated from the lack of oxygen. It's my fault. You should rest."

I let out a deep breath. Maybe he's right.

"Jasper, please come. You need rest, and I need to remove the plug from you."

"Whatever." As I follow him across the room, I can't help but think how his bed, with its dark silk sheets and carved canopy, looks like a fucking altar now.

A place of sacrifice.

And I was the fucking offering.